Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 16:35:37 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Twin Reality Twin Fantasy
This story starts with real experiences I had, then goes into wild
fantasy. If you are under age, or live in an area where reading tales of
male sex is illegal, or if you're not into this, please leave. Otherwise,
I hope you enjoy either the real story or the fantasy or both. This took
place in a time when all sex was safe, unlike now. Please respect yourself
and others enough to always play safe. Comments are appreciated.
When I was 20, I went out with a cute little guy named Greg. He was an
angel, a really sweet, innocent boy who reminded me of a puppy, loving,
caring a real sweetheart who could be a cute little devil every now and
then. He was also 20, around 5'4", with a nice build, a really hot round
little butt and a big cock. It was at least 8" and got thicker toward the
end, with a big head. It was kind of dark, had a bulging vein, and I always
thought of it as an angry red club.
Greg and I went together for about three months, and while the sex was
good, he always left me wanting more. As hot and sexy as he was, he wasn't
much into sex. He loved to make out and cuddle, which was fine with me, but
with a body built for sex like his, I wish he'd had more of a sex drive.
His cock was so hot and his ass was not to be believed. Most of my sexual
experience up until then was oral. I had fucked one guy a few times and
really liked it, but my ass was still a virgin. Every time I looked at
Greg's butt, I wanted in. Whenever we'd spoon, with me behind him, I'd
maneuver my hard-on up against his hole and apply a little pressure. He
would always laugh, saying he wasn't into `cock-tails'. He said he'd been
fucked once and said he found it boring. I couldn't imagine. So most of our
sex was making out, cuddling and occasionally sucking, occasionally
masturbating each other. But his cock fascinated me. It was so long and got
so thick toward the head. When he was standing and fully erect, the weight
of the head pulled it down toward the floor. Even though I considered
myself a top, because that's the only role I'd ever played in fucking, now
and then I'd find myself wondering what it would be like to have that angry
red club up my ass. It seemed like a physical impossibility, but I figured
the head would be the hardest part, after that the rest would be easy. But
he was no more into fucking than getting fucked, and I was too much into
being the top to ask for it.
Greg had a fraternal twin brother named Garrett, who was also gay. Garrett
and his boyfriend used to occasionally double date with Greg and me.
Because they weren't identical twins, I was always curious about what
Garrett had in his pants. Once I asked Greg, but he said he didn't know,
that they had never fooled around. I thought that if I had a gay twin
brother, we'd be fooling around all the time, but knowing Greg's low sex
drive, I believed him. Garrett also had a very different personality than
Greg. He was very devilish, always flirting with everyone, always saying
things that could (and should) be taken two ways. Garrett was definitely
more into sex than Greg. He obviously got around, in spite of having a
boyfriend. One night at a party, a drunken guy came up to Greg and asked,
"Are you as big as your brother? He nearly choked me last night." After a
few months, Greg and I just drifted apart. I wanted more; he wanted less.
About 5 years later, I ran into Garrett in a bar, and ended up going home
with him. It was weird being back in the same house, and I was afraid of
how Greg would react, but Garrett assured me he was away for the weekend. I
had always liked him and had always wanted to compare the twins. Garrett
was maybe an inch taller than Greg, built a little differently, but also
very cute. He had a big cock too, but again, it was different. Smooth, pale
and uniformly thick, with a slightly smaller head. As it had been with
Greg, our sex was oral. A few weeks later I ran into him, told him how much
I enjoyed our night together, and told him that I wished he had fucked me.
(I'd had a few drinks and my mouth was running ahead of my brain.) By then
I was no longer a virgin and figured even though his dick was as big as
Greg's, with its smaller head, I might be able to accommodate it. He said,
"Why didn't you say so? There is nothing I would like better. Next time,
for sure"
A couple of months later, I was in the bar and saw Garrett walk in with
Greg. I'm thought, "Oh shit, both of them together." I hadn't seen Greg
since we broke up five years before. And, knowing their usual lack of
communication, Garrett probably hadn't told him about our hookup. How was
I going to handle two separate conversations together? They made it easy
for me by splitting up as soon as they got in the door. Greg saw me first,
came over and was his usual warm puppy dog self. He seemed to be the same
sweet innocent boy and we talked for what seemed hours about old times and
mutual friends. After a while, Garrett wandered over and gave me a long
searching look. I just stared back, not really sure what to say, just
remembering that one time with him and our last conversation.
Then he turned to Greg and said, "I met someone, so you can have the
car. I'll be leaving with him." Since Greg and I had pretty much talked
ourselves out and it was getting late, he took the keys from Garrett,
kissed me on the cheek, telling me how nice it was to see me again, and
left.
Garrett turned to me and said, "It seems I need a ride home. I hope I read
your eyes right."
That was all it took to convince me. We stayed at the bar a while longer,
("Better give Greg a chance to get home and fall asleep. He'd wonder what
I'm doing home so soon.")
We quietly sneaked into the house, tiptoeing up to Garrett's room, right
next to Greg's. He reminded me of my earlier request and in no time Garrett
and I were in his bed, me on my stomach with Garrett's big thick shaft in
my ass, gently fucking me after having relaxed me with his tongue and a
couple of fingers. We heard a quiet cough and noticed Greg standing naked
in the doorway, pulling on his angry red club. He asked me if I still
wanted his ass. What a question! So Garrett pulled back, pulling me up on
my knees and had Greg lie down on his back under us. Greg pulled his legs
up to his chest, exposing that beautiful hole I'd dreamt of for years. I
took the lube and put a generous amount on his pucker, worked it in with
one finger, then two. Garrett reached around and liberally anointed my cock
with the lube, lined my head up with Greg's hole, and, with his big dick
still in me, slowly pushed me into his brother's ass. Garrett started
pumping in and out of me, pushing me in and out of Greg. I couldn't believe
how hot and tight Greg's ass was, everything I'd always imagined, and
more. We worked up a good rhythm and pumped into each other for a few
minutes.
Then Greg looked up at me and said, "I think I'd like to try your hole on
for size."
He looked over my shoulder and asked, "You don't mind, do you, bro?"
So I was thinking we'd just reverse positions, with Greg fucking me and me
getting inside Garrett's cute little butt, but Garrett decided he wanted to
play director for the fuck. He had Greg continue to lie on his back and had
me straddle him on my knees, facing him. Then Garrett held Greg's dick
straight up, and had me slowly sit down on it. Once the huge head forced
its way past my sphincter, I sat down, I engulfing the entire shaft in one
quick motion.
Then Garrett had me lie down on Greg, face to face, very carefully, so
Greg's cock stayed in my ass. As Greg and I began to kiss, Garrett went
around behind us, got between our legs, spread my cheeks and began to lick
Greg's shaft and my asshole, pushing his tongue up inside me. Then he
pushed a finger in, tight against Greg's cock. Greg was obviously very
excited, feeling Garrett's fingertip rubbing his head up inside my ass. And
I was in absolute heaven, getting cock-fucked and finger-fucked at the same
time.
Then Garrett shifted position behind us, and suddenly I felt him press his
well-lubricated cock head against Greg's shaft and my asshole. I was just
about to tell him he was crazy, that it was impossible, when I felt his
head start to enter my ass, stretching me, opening my hole even wider. He
kept pushing, forcing his dick up into me, up tight against Greg's. His
thick shaft opened my hole even more. Soon he was all the way in. Two big
cocks buried in my ass, me sandwiched between the brothers.
My cock was rigid, hard as a rock, squeezed between my belly and Greg's. On
the bottom, all Greg could do was thrust his hips up a little, sliding his
cock about 2 inches in and out of my hole. Garrett, on top, was the real
fucker. He started pumping into me, fucking me, and rubbing his cock
against Greg's, kissing the back of my neck as I kissed Greg. As we
approached orgasm, I felt both of their cocks expand even more. Since they
were both so huge anyway, it was like having a 3-1/2 inch thick cock up my
ass getting even bigger. I screamed with a combination of pain and ecstasy
and shot a huge load of cum on Greg's stomach, just as Greg and Garrett
exploded together in my ass.
Later, as I was leaving, both brothers kissed me goodnight, tenderly, one
on each cheek. As I was driving home, sitting gingerly on the car seat, I
began to wonder. Was that just coincidence, or had they set the whole thing
up?